Chosen to Suffer 3: Professional Series
The saga continues…
Dale called again. He had given me a new proposition two days ago, and asked me to think about my answer carefully. I was kinda anxious for him to call me back; I had made up my mind to take the gig.
“It’s in Atlantic City, he’s in a tournament there, and wants you to spend the entire weekend with him. This is big for you, Jimmy. This could set you up with a whole world of very wealthy men, just aching to get their hands on you!” He said over the cell, my hand shaking as I held it to my ear. “He’s into light torture, probably no blood involved, just some ruff-stuff and a little watersports.”
I was happy to hear that. If you read my other “Chosen” installments, you know that Dale and his friends practice some very high-risk sexual acts, at least high risk for the victim, which would be me! (Yes I’m into it, the agony and the humiliation, but hell, I don’t wanna be disfigured or nothing...) Dale had grown fond of me, and appreciated my unique talent to absorb pain and transform it into sexual energy, an electric charge that I was able to then transfer back to my tormentor. In addition to performing at his famous parties at the lake, he started to pimp me almost immediately, so now I was a pro. He set up his special clients with my unique services, knowing that these extreme scenes were good for me, both financially and sexually.
The cash, two thousand dollars, was transferred into the account Dale had set up for me and I was off to the Jersey shore that night. It was after ten when I arrived at the Beach Plaza Casino, and I checked into the room Dale had reserved in my name. It was a big suite on the twenty-seventh floor overlooking the glittering coastline, high-rise hotels and casinos silhouetted against a brilliant star-lit horizon and the inky black ocean spraying ghostly white foam onto the moonlit beach. I came prepared, and stowed my bag of tricks in the bathroom and stripped down to my jock strap. I dozed off on the huge king-size bed waiting for my fate to arrive.
Midnight…The latch buzzed softly as an electronic key inserted into the slot. The door opened slowly and a dark figure slipped into the room. I saw him outlined against the neon light reflecting through the plate glass door to the terrace. A very tall man, well built but not bulky. An athlete’s frame, and I knew immediately that it was Charlie Davis the pro-golfer. I knew little about the sport, didn’t follow the tournaments, but even I had heard of Charlie Davis, he was on every sports channel and news broadcast since sweeping the classics in 2002. His handsome face was on screens across America in those luxury car ads. I shivered a little as he approached the bed, his hand rubbing his crotch as he looked down at me. I pretended to sleep as he went into the bathroom; I heard the steady stream of piss as he stood before the john and relieved himself.
I stretched like a cat and said “Hello” as he re-entered the bedroom.
“You look just like the video Dale sent me from his party. Fuckin’ hot, man… I saw you hooked up to that truck! How the hell did you ever let that dude do that to ya? I’m fuckin’ amazed!” He whispered, as he sat on the edge of the satin quilt. He reached down and stroked my soft, hairless chest. My nipples had healed since the truck episode, but they remained much larger and swollen-looking. I could tell Charlie liked ‘em that way. He began to twist them between his fingers.
“I’m here for you, Charlie. I want to make whatever is spinning around in your head come true. I can take whatever you got in mind for me, and I’ll give you even more back!” He reached over and slapped me hard across the face. I moaned as he dove to my chest with his mouth, finding the tits and chewing hard on them. The game was about to begin. I whimpered, pleading with Charlie to get my bag from the bathroom. He brought it over and I dumped the contents onto the bed between us. The leather, chrome and latex appliances and tools glistened in the blue light from the terrace.
He reached down and fondled the assortment of cuffs, dildos and chains I had supplied for his use and enjoyment. His eyes lit up like a kid in a toy store. I put my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “Charlie, I’m all yours.” My bare chest pressed against his torso, his heavy breathing on my neck. “Give me a night I won’t forget!”
He stood in the moonlight and stripped. His hard, angular face and powerful forearms were sunburned, so his chest looked milky white in contrast. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were muscular and elegant. What an amazing figure, so athletic and defined. No wonder he could put so much drive behind that little white ball! His waist was narrow, his six-pack abs popping under the creamy pale skin. He had a delicious spray of brown hair from nipple to nipple and another fluffy patch just above his large, uncut penis. It was already getting hard, and my mouth watered as I looked at the big, pendulous balls hanging between his sturdy thighs. He seemed unsure what to do next, so I helped him get started. I picked up the chrome choke-chain from the quilt and handed it to Charlie.
His big cock grew fat and long, standing straight out at least eight inches from his flat belly as he slipped the noose around my neck. I purposely pulled back, so he would feel the tension of the chain in his hand, the links tightening around my neck. He slapped me again, a matching red mark on both cheeks from his broad palm. I grabbed a few more toys from the bed as he jerked firmly on my chain, pulling me to my feet and leading me into the bathroom. He guided me into the glass enclosed shower sauna and clipped the loose end of the choke-chain around the shower head in the middle of the ceiling. I hung by the neck, my feet just flat on the cold Carrera marble floor. Charlie took the handcuffs I had brought with me, and pulling my arms roughly behind my back placed them tightly on my wrists. I was getting really hot, and my cock was throbbing as Charlie took my chrome ball cuff and snapped it on me. The heavy metal band stretched and weighed my nuts down, that warm feeling of pain began to sweep over me. He turned on the water; bitter cold, it ran over my shuddering body, icy fingers stabbing at my flesh, drenching me. He slowly turned the handles, the water became temperate, then suddenly too hot. I squirmed and twisted wildly under the waterfall showerhead as the scalding liquid coursed over my body, like flames in hell. I screamed out in pain. Charlie chuckled lightly and watched me squirm a few seconds before he re-adjusted. My skin was now red and tender, but not seriously burned. The luke-warm water was soothing, and I relaxed.
“Mmm, sorry, Jimmy, I didn’t mean to do that, but when you started struggling and moaning, man, it just turned me on. Had to heat you up a little!” he said, as he climbed into the enclosure with me. My hot flesh was very tender as Charlie began to stroke me. His broad hands caressed my reddened skin, sending chills through me. “I think, though, that we need to keep you a little less vocal. Don’t want the Hotel barging in here in the middle of our little fun, right?” He said, as he placed the bar gag across my face. It was like a horse’s bit, stretching my lips into a grimace as he tightened the leather strap behind my head. My cock grew again, as his naked hairy chest pressed up against my helpless body.
The spa was big, probably eight by eight and completely surrounded with apricot-colored marble slabs. Charlie sat on a redwood bench against one wall and began to jerk off. I twisted around to see him. In the wall next to him was a water hose with a shower head attached. Inspired, Charlie grabbed the end and twisted off the head. I spread my legs wide as he placed the tube against my asshole. I felt the wet warmth jetting against my pucker, as he pressed it firmly between my cheeks. The end of the tube slipped into my ass, and the tepid water began to fill my chute. At first it felt great, as Charlie fondled my dick with one hand and thrust the hose deep into my rectum. It began to hurt, as the water filled me completely, pressing firmly on my prostate and ballooning in my gut. I felt full, bloated and nauseated, like I had been punched in the belly.
Charlie was having a good time, and continued to jerk his massive uncut cock in the steamy warm water coming from the sauna’s multiple shower heads. Smiling, he grabbed a big black butt plug I had brought along and tugged the hose from my hole. The water began to leak out, but he replaced the hose with the plug, twisting the large acorn-shaped appliance into my ass.
He took a thick, long-handled back brush from the shelf and began to tap on the end of the plug, rapping harder and harder, until finally he was slamming on the unyielding base with full swings, like he was trying to drive it up the fucking fairway or something. The shock of the plastic brush head hitting my plug sent vicious shockwaves through my water-filled guts. The vile liquid was trapped inside me as I swayed from the chain on my neck.
Charlie abandoned the brush and came around and dropped to his knees in front of my distended belly, puffy and swollen from the gallon or so of water I held within me. He took my seeping dick into his handsome face, his thick lips slippery with my pre as he wrapped them around my erection. He drew me deep into his mouth; my cockhead hit the back of his neck. He gagged a little, but pulled me by the hips deeper into his throat. My belly and guts hurt like hell, but I was getting very close to cumming. I moaned and began to thrust my hips forward. His mouth was warm and soft, his tongue danced on my piss hole for a second before jamming me repeatedly back into his neck. I tensed up, and Charlie realized I was going to cum.
He reached behind me and grabbed the base of the butt-plug and yanked it from my aggravated asshole just as I bust my nut in his mouth. The water gushed out of my ass like a fountain, as I shot load after load of thick white cum across Charlie’s rugged face. It seemed like I just kept coming, over and over, as the warm stream blew out of my ass. Charlie hugged his face into my belly as the swelling went down, and I released the flood onto the marble floor. My cum smeared into his eyes, his hair, as he rubbed his cheek against my abdomen.
The narrator is a teenager and witnesses the copulation between their cow and a bull. This excites him and he shares it with his classmate Karthik and his junior school mate, Mani. Thus begins a long story of 6 chapters...
- Cock
- Men
- Sex
- Kiss
- Love
- Friend
- Boy
- Bar
- Emo
- Couple
- Muscle
- Feet
- Sexy
- Bathroom
- Underwear
- Teen
- Piss
- Older
- Massage
- Party
- Relationship
- Gym
- Porn
- HIV
- Bear
- Funny
- Football
- Teacher
- Cop
- Jock
- Camp
- Anal
- Latin
- Foreskin
- Encounter
- Club
- Locker Room
- Swimming
- Oral
- Lovers
- Brothers
- Doctor
- Straight
- Jack Off
- Slave
- Celeb
- Roommate
- Dorm
- Mature
- Virgin
- Uncle
- Twink
- Spanking
- Daddy
- Tickling
- Soldier
- Threesome
- Speedo
- Kinky
- Cruise
- Sleepover
- Exotic
- Gloryhole
- Cousins
- Vampire
- Frat
- Biker
- Thug
- Domination
- Taboo
- Bondage
- Enema
- Hazing
- Novels